How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Six – cooking, kittens, fair trade fun and escape to Jakarta. Featuring Come Dine with Me revamped for Indonesia, a small ginger kitten, how buying fair trade can save the world, a mad dash into Jakarta for lovely, lovely fabric, shells wearing googly eyes, and a final goodbye.
Part five of my video diary of the trip. How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Five – Early mornings, markets and cat poo coffee.
Featuring some very tired people, one of the most impressive markets ever, a conversation with a street dog, and coffee made from cat poo. Yes really.
Part four of my video diary of the trip to Indonesia with Save the Children. How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Four – Babies, Bieber, lollipops and lovely crafters.
Featuring even more cute kiddies, a vague reference to Justin Bieber that I am putting in to get traffic, lollipops and a load of lovely craft folks. I also chuck in a short lesson on how to speak Indonesian. Kind of.
As part of the #imapiece Craftivist Jigsaw Project I was sent to Indonesia, on a mission to show the work they are doing to fight hunger, and how our voices calling for aid here can make a big difference over there.
Here’s How to be a Handmade Hero: Part Three – Kids, goats, bad jokes and home gardens. Warning: may feature impassive goats.
I heart hounds. I really do. Snoopy is my Yoda, Hong Kong Phooey is my Mr Miyagi, and when I was little I wanted to grow up to be The Littlest Hobo. So when Battersea Dogs & Cats Home got in touch to ask me to create another free knitting pattern for them, this time […]
Who can resist the smell of frying bacon wafting up the stairs and into your sleep on a sunday morning? Well, probably not me. I have to say, however, that I ever since meeting Pickles the tiny porker back in January I’ve felt a little guilty for snacking on the flesh of her sweet and […]
Her name was Pickles. She was a week-old piglet. A piglet with a problem. Pickles needed to be woolly. A tall order for a small pig. And that was where I came in. The lovely people at Wildside contacted me through S&B London for a little bit of pig-warming help. Wildside are a London-based family-run […]
“If the rhino runs, we must run in a zig zag or climb a tree.”
We shuffled our feet nervously in the leaves on the jungle floor.
On four wheels instead of two feet at last. Now I could relax. Yes, there I was relaxing. Enter disaster, stage right.
Ghorepani (2870m) to Poon Hill (3210m) to Sikha (1935m) – Trek Day Three: “Are we nearly there yet?”
It is 4.30am. It is very, very dark. It is very, very, very cold. What in the hell am I doing climbing 340 metres of perilous rock stairs with only a headtorch for light?